The "innocence" of children is the greatest malice in this world.
The downtrodden young master had to use his sleeves to block the stones thrown by the children, and heard some childish laughter.
"Dad and mother said, you are so thin and tender, you can't carry it on your shoulders, you can only be a rabbit master."
"Little beggar, Mr. Rabbit, the family has fallen and go to the watchtower." The children laughed and said what they had long agreed in private.
The young master still doesn't understand that before his family was in decline, these children rushed to join him; but when his father died and the Shen family collapsed, everything changed. He is no longer the young son of the Shen family who is full of stars.
After patting the dust off his body, the little boy quickly walked home. The door of the house was opened, and the young master looked at the men who had just left and were joking with each other. He knew them all, and they were small households near the Shen family. Some struggled to step over the threshold that was a bit high for him, and the little boy called his mother with an aggrieved voice.
"Mother... Mother..."
The mother's hair bun was messy and out of shape, and her clothes were a little loose. There were many red marks on her neck, and there were still bruises on her wrists from struggling. The little boy stepped forward and climbed onto the bed with great difficulty, while the little man stood there, stretching out his wounded hand to wipe his mother's tears: "Mother don't cry, Daddy said it, it won't look good when mother cries."
Thinking of what happened just now, the little boy wanted to cry. But I remembered that my father said that my mother hated him crying the most, and my mother was the saddest when he cried. My mother is the most beautiful, and it doesn't look good when she cries. He is a little man, he has to protect his mother well: "Mother doesn't cry, and Xingzhi protects mother."
Seeing what the young master said, the weeping beauty raised her lips to reveal her serene teeth, and said with a smile: "Be good, mother will take you to see father, okay?"
"Really?" Hearing that he wanted to see his admiring father, the little boy became sad and became more cheerful: "But they all said that his father is dead... Will Xing Zhi really be able to see his father?"
It overlaps with the eyes in the memory, even brighter. After all, Shen's mother was still reluctant, and wiped off the ashes on the little son's cheeks with her fingertips. Tears could not stop running down the sides of her cheeks, and she said with a smile: "Of course I can see my father again, but I have to wait for Xingzhi to see my father again." Bigger, bigger, better."
"Mother first goes to Xingzhi to see if father is doing well. If not, mother will take care of father first, and then come to us when Xingzhi grows up."
"Xingzhi has been cute and cute since he was a child. When he grows up, he must be a handsome young man. Remember to find a good-looking lady and bring her to see us."
"And then, there is..." Mother Shen hugged the little boy gently, sniffed, and said softly: "At any time, father and mother will look at you, and remember that your father and I will always be together." I love you."
After finishing speaking, he patted the young master's head and wiped away the tears from his eyes: "Mother is a little hungry, so hurry up and go to the kitchen to see if there is anything else to eat."
"Okay." The well-behaved little boy obediently got off the bed, and ran out of the door quickly, fearing that his mother would be hungry.
Seeing that little figure was about to disappear, Mother Shen's heart tightened, and she couldn't help shouting: "Do it."
Hearing his mother calling him, the little boy turned his head and showed a smile: "Mother, come back when you find something to eat."
The young master who turned around did not notice the piercing and silent crying of the person behind him.
When the little boy rushed back to the room excitedly, he found Shen's mother hanging from the beam. The only bun in the house in his hand accidentally fell to the ground and got dusty, but the young master didn't care so much, he ran over and found that he could only hug his mother's feet. He shook his mother gently, and called out cautiously, "Mother?"
The woman with a pale face and slightly protruding tongue closed her eyes, and could no longer call him softly.
This is not his mother, mother usually loves beauty the most, so she won't make such an expression.
The little boy was crying and shouting, and finally his voice became hoarse and his eyes felt dry, but the man on the beam couldn't open his eyes again, showing a nice smile to tell him, a bad boy, not to cry anymore.
Picking up the steamed buns on the ground, ignoring the dust, he swallowed the only edible thing in the house. The little boy glanced at the corpse in front of him, turned around and ran out the door, no one knew where he was going.
When the young master came back again, Nanfeng Guan's young father in the south of the city followed him, pinched the young master's face and smiled, "Is this it?"
"Yes." The young master raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who was smiling all over the place, and said with apprehension and affirmation in his pair of bright eyes: "If my little father can help me bury my mother, Shen Xingzhi will be a member of Nanfengguan all his life. "
He has seen many children who are reluctant and even want to run away, but he has never seen a child who is as cooperative as Shen Xingzhi. But what does it matter, he is in the flesh and blood business himself, with his skin at this time, if he cultivates it well, he will not know how eye-catching he will be when he grows up. It's just a few taels of silver to bury someone, so the deal is not a loss.
The temperature in midsummer was extremely high, Shen's mother's body had already decayed, and her face had already begun to crumble, and she couldn't see the original beauty.
It turns out that it will be like this after death. If my mother knew that she had become like this, wouldn't she be extremely sad
The young master thought about it, but he was no longer that young master when he begged for an audience in front of Nanfeng Guan's gate.
Ten years have passed in a flash, the young Shen Xingzhi has long been a monster, no matter whether it is a man or a woman who meets, they have to feel that they can be called the number one beauty, but it is a pity that he is a man and a young lady.
But Shen Xingzhi knew that the real beauty was not him, but Nan Fengguan's little father's friend.
I had the honor to meet him once, and behind him was a boy, dressed in black clothes, with long black hair tied casually behind him, and his facial features were so exquisite that they seemed to be carefully crafted. When those eyes looked at you I couldn't help my heart skip a beat.
It is a beauty that cannot be described in words.
No one knows how Xiao Dae knew such a person, but Shen Xingzhi heard it by accident. This friend has a good skill: deep-rooted.
It is rumored that the bone carver carved the other person's name into another person's bone. As for whether the love is deep or the hatred is deep, it depends on nature.
Shen Xingzhi sneered when he heard it, looked at himself in the bronze mirror, and touched his cheek.
He doesn't care about bone carving, but if he can change the skin, he really wants the bone carving master's skin. If there is such a skin, what kind of person would not be moved
His eyes were full of malice, and he raised his eyes after lowering his eyebrows, with a bit of a smile in his eyes, as if he had returned to the young man who smiled like a spring breeze.
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